A/N: Alright, forgive my mistakes, but all well, I'd probably fix most of them when I do go back and read this over (which I have). And thanks you two for reviewing! You know who I'm talking about.
LightShadowsh: I've updated, it's all so it's all cool right lol. (You won't get my joke, I'm crap at humour :'D)
dippychick16: What the hell happened with Dante you say? Hopefully this chapter explains it. I know I kind of don't make it clear, but it should be obvious! lol.
His Complications
That putrid stench of warm blood mixed in with the air. It was heavy and revolting, Dante slumped against the wall, sliding down until he reached the floor. He watched in awe at the containment room, it was a canvas painted with blood. If one were to describe this picture, the exact words would be 'one bloody mess' it was awful, so very awful.
Corpses', mutated beyond repair; had a wild animal been set free in here? ...Such damage was caused, the mangy bodies laid there soundlessly, all of them with similar clothes on. From what Dante understood, they must have been the new order. And just like the old, they all were killed and brought to failure.
If Dante looked hard enough he would be able to see Kyrie among that dead lot.
But his mind was currently elsewhere. The display of vulgar art before him disturbed him. Yes, the man who'd gone down to Hell and back was disturbed by a room with a dreadful sight. Surely Hell was worse? Many would think so.
He sat, one leg hoisted up; he hugged it closely, his head rested upon it; hair obscuring his sight from the scene. He took heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling evidently. There were these thin red lines scattered on his back, many of them. They were light, though deep enough to break skin; but not deep enough to allow blood to pour. They stung in the cold air, and itched but he dared not to scratch, that would be foolish.
His hair carried the colour red prominently; it was dashed along his hair like highlights, ruining the purity of its whiteness. He never questioned the colour of his hair; he figures it was just a demon thing. But white was a colour one would rarely associate with a demon. It being pure and all.
He stood up sharply, fists tight by his sides. He was not going to wallow in his self pity, he was going to get up and fix everything. If this was a game, then it wasn't over. The other team may have won, for now.
But round two was only beginning.
He sighed in relief, Nero wasn't here. That was a good thing, because he wasn't dead like them. He walked past the dead bodies, ignoring them, Order members... What did they expect? Honestly. Lady was right, or was it Trish who said the Order must have kidnapped him? Whoever said it, they were right. At least he didn't have to do the dirty job of killing them; he was no Nero Claudius Caesar. He hopped up onto the higher platform, where the lab was. Poor conditions all over, looks like this place became useless after Agnus died.
He heard something move.
"Verg-?" Don't be ridiculous. He felt a slight prick on his back, he was loosing his focus. How could he of let this happen? But he had a clue as to who it was... "Nero?" Because a kid like him wouldn't die that easily.
"Dante?" It was him. He spun to face him, arms splayed out to show him he would not harm. Great God, he was in a mess. Dante winced at the sight of him; if Lady saw this she'll kill him for sure.
The first thing that stuck him was the state of Nero hair, God... It was dirty with this thick sticky substance; the dirt took over his pale strands, had he fallen through a chimney or something? He was only wearing his top and jeans, his trench coat gone along with one of his boots... What was that all about?
Now his eyes, he was a tired kid, that's for sure. He had dark bags under them, like he hadn't slept for days. How long was he like this for? It couldn't be a week, when Lady found out he was missing it didn't mean he was kidnapped shortly before that, no. How oblivious were they? Dante blamed himself. "I thought you were-" he dropped blue rose, his human arm hanging limply. His Devil Bringer was worse, the condition - awful. "Broken," he stated. "Feels like my arms dead." He told him, no sadness in his voice. Nero looked defeated, his eyes were dull and without their usual high spirits. He'd never seen the kid like this before. He took him by his shoulder, shaking him a little.
"What happened?" He asked seriously, how could he be so calm about this? He only hoped he wasn't... Forced like he was.
"V-Vergil he,"
"He what? Nero." He demanded, Vergil what? What was wrong with Vergil?
"I saw him. Talking to this demon." He averted his gaze from Dante, he bit his lip nervously.
"You have to tell me kid! Lady and Trish are knocked out cold! And I have no fucking idea where Vergil is."
"I heard a few things, I think you should know." And so he began to tell him what he'd heard. How the demon tricked Vergil into handing him his body, and how he manipulated him.
Nero was hiding in a very dark spot when they came in, or rather teleported in. The Order members were just in the other room, and he was planning on killing them just before they showed up.
This demon was nothing like he'd ever come across before, every moment it came near him as it waltzed through the air he would hear these whispers, like he was chanting spells every second. Couldn't Vergil hear it? He wondered. But he couldn't ask.
And then he saw it, stealing his soul. Half of it anyway, there was a hell of a lot of darkness hovering about them, all he could hear was Vergil's maddened laughter and screaming, he couldn't tell the difference to be honest, it was all... Uncanny.
And when it was over, the lights went back on. Order members rushing in, Kyrie among them. Nero sat in his spot, hidden as he watched the conflict before him. Whatever was left of Vergil... Was a monster. The other demon gone, Vergil's demon was left to kill them all. And that is exactly what he did. And Nero regretted the next part... He tried to save Kyrie (like always), he still loved her, even if she was the reason why he left Fortuna in the first place... She joined the order, and Nero resented her for that.
After she died, Vergil- no, it wouldn't be right to call that monster Vergil, however he had his eyes set on him now. And well... It was obvious what he did to him. At least he lived, unlike the others.
And her.
And when his angel died, the devil dared not to cry.
"It really was him..." He felt sick, like he wanted to throw up or pass out right there on the spot. It was all too much, "How could he?-" Was that tears in his eyes? Dante held a hand to his forehead, he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to.
"Dante?" He stretched an arm out-
"NO! DON'T-" he didn't mean to shout. "Touch me." Damnit, he cursed himself for his sudden outburst.
"O-old man?" he just couldn't let go with the nickname could he?
Dante shook his head, he was vexed and in pain and- "I have to go find him." He stated turning away; he couldn't bear to be touched. He took a step back, Nero was staring at him, he could feel his eyes following him.
"Where did you get those scratched from?" On his back. Nero asked.
Silence took over. Memories bombarded him.
...
"You-You- Bastard!"
"Geez!, You're acting like I was about to-"
Broken eyes, abused skin... "Vergil..." Was he about to cry? "And they did that to you all this time?" How many years was that?
...
"Nothing." Nothing happened he says.
...
The bastard.
He hadn't felt that way about him in ages...
...
"I have to go fix something." Was all Nero needed to know. "Trish and lady are in the tunnels. When they wake up, go back to the shop. Don't look for me." Nero said nothing, he understood precisely. He only wished Dante the luck he needed.
"Dante, take this. You'll need it." Red Queen, he drew it from his back and handed it to him. Dante nodded in appreciation and left him to it. He didn't even bother keeping it on his back; he kept it in his hand, tight.
I knew that, it wasn't my fault but. I was too weak, which made it my fault.
He held the violin perfectly, just as I would, tucked under his chin and the bow held according to the book. His teal coat whipped around him, I must say it was a marvellous sight; I never knew I could look so dashing.
I never knew I could get so carried away.
This was the second time in my life I was without my demon. Hopefully this wouldn't last for over ten years... Like last time.
I heard him play my song, my mothers other song. To draw the demons, to become their desire. She said she used it to flirt with Sparda, to grab his attention. But that's not how she worded it when I was younger. Maybe I should use it on Dante, when I get the chance.
Since when did I become so laid back? Maybe it was the shock of it all... maybe it's that fact this whole thing drives me insane. I'm usually the cool composed one, usually. But that was because I was always in control all the time, now that I'm not... Well, I'm sure I do not have to explain myself, even am imbecile could see just how, deranged I've become. Heh.
Lurker was using my virtuoso talents to attract that - that Keeper of his. I hope it attracts every other fucking demon in the area too, the bastard deserved to be slaughter by his own kind.
I curse Mundus for ever creating him.
"So you've arrived." He said, the playing stopped and he turned around. He stood on his lonesome in the middle of the platform, in Order Headquarters. It was a... Very white place on the outside, I can assure you of that.
"How could anyone resist such a mesmerizing song such as that? You've out done yourself Seventeen," she said. The Keeper was here.
"And how did you guess that? May I ask," of course, he was in my body and not his own. She glowed a little brighter as she smiled, the angel mimicker snickered.
"Isn't it obvious, I realised it the first time I confronted you. What you were doing to the Son of Sparda. I could practically smell your scent all over him."
"They don't call me a rapist for nothing darling."
"Maybe the Lake of Fire is the ideal place for you." I agree.
"I'd like to see you try." They glared at each other, it was intense. It was like they both knew each other in some past long ago. Perhaps the two weren't always enemies and mutual friends instead. He pulled out Yamato, my Yamato. The Keeper hesitated, and Lurker's face split into an open grin. He had my skills, my everything; of course I could beat this devil woman in two seconds flat. "Enchanted by his magick, try beating me now bitch." Bitch, a word I've never used before. How strange it was to hear that out of my mouth. Something I'd call Mary, or 'Lady' rather.
"Even if you do win," she said. "You still have to get through his brother." I thought that too, but I'm not too sure anymore. "Their demonic sides are mates," she drawled. Mates? As in, we have a connection?
"Mates? But they're brothers. Brothers can't become mates."
"Exactly, but remember, they're Son of Sparda. How many demons have fallen against them? How many times have we failed while they succeed? Anything is possible."
"Enough of your lies!" Was he mad? We were only mates. How amusing was that? We've somehow managed to interlink our lives together without even realising. I wonder if Dante knows about this, I wonder what this means now. "Only Lust demons can do that. Believe it or not." Oh she knew that, her widening grin said it all.
"Of course Seventeen, whatever you say. But when Vergil was brought to your quarters of Hell and marked by that insufferable brother of yours, what do you think Vergil became? He just never acted like one of you, did he now?" That would be inane, if I started prancing about in a skimpy outfit acting like some sort of promiscuous whore, I'd ask to be shot twice in the head and then three times in the heart every time I have sex as punishment.
Right anyway, the two were fighting now. Her primary weapon against her enemy was her excellent ability to dodge. She held no weapon, how was she meant to kill or better yet, attack me? With her hands? I'd slice them off if she tried. "You know, you've made thing easier for me,"
"How so?" Lurker lashed out for her neck using his free hand, I've noticed the presence of those long black talons of his were gone. I loathed those damn nails.
"I only have to bring you to Hell now that you're both the same person!" Hmm, an eternity in Hell with Lurker, been there done that, no thank you- Oh, she kneed me, and guess where ladies and gentlemen, the groin.
Lurker groaned loudly as he jerked back. This was what? The second time now? Fool, it's what all the sexual harassers deserve, honestly.
"Dirty little slut." He was one to say, interesting how he become very offensive when hit in the groin. "Maybe I should make you suck it better like I used to," what a way to speak to a lady, demon or not she was still a lady. Keeper must have been an Asian warrior once, that fly kick she executed was brilliant, it got Lurker straight to the ground. And yet his lips were still grinning. I heard him chuckle, the horrid beast, Keeper kept her foot steady on his chest, crushing him down into the dust of which he belongs.
I find it surprising how I can't feel any of this, then again it must have been a blessing.
"So you got him to close the Hell Portal I created, why? You scared?" Hell Portal? That's right, back in the opera hall. "You should be." God that must be excruciatingly painful, I heard the smack of that kick, right in the face! I only hope my face isn't damaged beyond repair, I am without my demon for its healing abilities after all.
Lurker spat the blood out, and then shortly bared his teeth once again, red liquid oozed through the gaps. How handsome was he? The little shit. "The taste of his blood, brings by so many memories."
...hmm.
"Perhaps it's time to meet your brothers? No?" Lurker frowned; he threw her off balance and sent her hurling into the wall next to the door behind him. Was she not a dodger? I would think being an escape artist was one of her better talents. I guess not, what is it about her that Lurker feared? He claimed he couldn't defeat her. I see no reason why...
I seem to have spoken too soon, Keeper decided to evolve herself, bringing forth her darker side, the true demon within her. I knew she was no angel.
White turned to black, her eyes became green, was this a side effect? Darkness manifested in her hands. She was bringing forth her weapon, finally; this battle was going to begin.
"That right, this is what I wanted to see." Already up, Lurker wielded my sword like it was his own. I understood now whhy he wanted to kill this Keeper by his own hand, which is why he never just told me to kill her for him in return for my freedom. But when he did kill her, would he need my body anymore? I still feel there is more to this... Something I couldn't figure out at the moment.
In her hands, a scythe. It suited her, in her present form anyway. Livid, Lurker pointed Yamato her way, taunting her even further. "Come at me whore!" What?
Well, she came charging down with terror, and so did Lurker.
I only hope Lurker survives because if he died, I die.
And that would mean I couldn't kill him.
Getting through the forest was a pain in the ass. Assaults, those elite lizards that tunnel underground and pop out of no where when you least expect it. They were a irritating years ago, they were irritating now. The only difference between the ones yeas back and one ones now were their names. First it was Blade and now it's Assault, great. And then there were those overgrown plants, blue glowing insides, many teeth. Dante killed every one he saw, he needed to take out his aggression on something. And he had a jolly good time doing it.
Finally, he could see the head quarters from where he was standing, he had a feeling this place would be rebuilt. He was out of breath, and tired. And yet he kept on running, down the dead straight road to HQ, or Hell in this case.
It would still be a while till he reached the bloody place, and as he ran he thought about a couple things on the way. Like what happened just over an hour ago, he feared to go back to that recent event but, it was something his mind couldn't stop replaying over and over in his head, like a broken video. He dared himself to pay attention to his thoughts, just for a moment.
He recalled how he never screamed, and how he didn't move an inch. He didn't even fight against it; it was like; like he was meant to endure it. His demon sure thought so, it made him sit still and endure it. That's what it was, of course...
He'd panicked when he felt something slick enter him; he thrashed around when it happened, however the iron hold on his wrists kept him still and squeezed around him every time he got out of hand. He had his eyes open, like how the dead would do when their eyes haven't been shut.
He remembered how it hurt like fuck, and the claws trailing down his back. And how he kept sniffing his hair and-and-
How Nero told him it was Vergil.
But Vergil would never do that, his heart told him so. But his mind kept to logic, relying on the fact that Nero witnessed the entire ordeal which was proof enough in itself. Muddled, he stopped just outside the Order's HQ just before entering, only now he realised he'd crossed the entire bridge. His eyes trained on the ground, he was contemplating a few things over just before going in. What if he saw Vergil? What would he do? He felt drawn to come here; it was like he knew where to find whatever he was looking for. But the connection was a bit fuzzy, and went off in two directions...
Dante decided to follow the one he was on now, and this is where he ended up. He wasn't all that surprised either, because where else would you find your enemies?
He let himself right in, and expected to find the worse, he had no idea how he was going to do this. All he knew was that he had a goal, and it was to get his team player back, his one and only, his everything. Then kill whoever it was responsible for the problem in the first place, and tear their heart out.
When he did reach the top, he already gathered where he's destination ended. He heard a couple grunts, some yells and other various battle noises. He waited a bit, till it all went quiet. First he wanted to figure out just who it was on the other side, they weren't talking, of course they weren't, but they both were powerful, he could feel the energy from where he was standing. So that must mean they were demons, because humans loved to talk.
Oh, it stopped. He could hear hurried whispers, and a chortle or two. Someone had lost, and the other won, should he get in there now? Or wait a little more? It really wasn't his style to wait like this but this was important; and plus he was worried.
Too late, the decision made for him. A song he heard twice before, first time used to draw him in, second time used to steal his sword. What was this times use? He wondered, was it to hurt him? Or was it to corrupt him. He stepped in, and stood on his lonesome just outside the door way. His brother stood opposite, the epitome of elegance swirled round to reveal the source of that seductive sound. Vergil's face split into a cheshire's grin, his eyes illuminated with madness. He was absolutely thrilled to see him.
"So we meet again, Dante." He stopped playing; he words came out like a purr rather than a rasp. "You thought you killed me back then didn't you? Well aren't I bad news?" When was he not?
Dante knew who this weirdo was; it was the same cocky bastard who'd spent too much time in the human world that's who. He was meant to be dead, but he guessed fate had another path set out for him. He groaned inwardly before yelling. "What the fuck have you done with him!" It wasn't too much to ask, but you know Lurker; he'd never answer such a straight forward question simply.
"I put him back in his rightful place, under me," he snickered; sexual innuendos aside, Dante felt his demon churning within him. It wanted out, so it was outrage too was it? 'Then lets show him just how outraged we are.' And before he knew it, his demon and the imposter were at blade to blade with each other, Yamato and Red Queen lightened by the setting sun before them.
Dante could already tell this was going to be one Hell of a battle.
But maybe if he killed this guy, things wouldn't be so complicated anymore.
